Conditional Love? Nope!

Someday, an eye will notice me in a crowded place. A hand will touch me with the intention of caressing away most of the pains from my past. I'll realise that I was never too difficult to love. I'll meet someone who loves me, easily, even with closed eyes.

When they give me conditions to participate in something I'm meant to enjoy freely, something like love - when they say that I have to move mountains or make a sheep walk on one leg, when they ask me to be someone I'm not or prove to them that I am what I am, then I'll know that I haven't found my person.

Or maybe I have, but the reality of this truth hasn't checked into my other half. Maybe.

It is all too tiring to enjoy conditional love.